Galicia Calidade

Cry, cry! Representing Galicia!
Dodging puddles,
Wet microphones,
In the streets under rain with soaked boots.
Gray afternoons,
Cold nights,
Daily drinking sessions,
La Coruña is the province!

Galicia: Land of dreams.
The bars own the stray dogs
that inhabit the land of the witches.
Village after village,
the rivers, the fountains, you know?
I represent what I feel for Galicia quality!

I lived near the sea,
since I was a child,
having great times.
Our Albariño wine,
a good wine for the cold!
And the grandfather with the beret
knows more than anyone about the weather.

Intelligent people,
here in the northwest,
important musicians,
typical instruments from north to south.
And the bagpipe playing while the blue and white flag waves!

By bus through:
Coruña, Vigo,
Lugo, Orense.
Kinitoh's environment and Galicia until death!
Did you see? Very happy faces,
even if the sky is sad...
and that only happens here,
and an umbrella always at hand,
accompanied by a good whiskey!

There is no crisis here,
because a good queimada
and the witches don't come near!
Remember! things like roses,
I see everything like gorse,
and I stick them in your eyes!
Thousands of Galicians raised our chant,
and I keep rolling at the feet of the Atlantic sea
and melting the plastic.

It's a communist land!
Full of artists, emigrants from Galicia.
Good luck in your life
after leaving the promised land!

Wet stones,
Santiago de Compostela,
where life freezes on this asphalt.
They are already taking care of selling my luck,
green fields, seafood (Finisterre!).
Costa da morte.

La Coruña under clouds,
the city of lights,
you grow three times in this ocean of colorful fish!
Seagulls, beaches,
Hercules towers,
you need buddies to give you liquors!

It's better
that you get better, reality
is not a coincidence.
Well, Galicia is quality!
Riazor,
the wave that breaks in the city,
wise lips that taste like God,
my rivers of rhythms,
we go to bars.
The streets of wines, villages, spider crabs, green homes...
What do the noisy ones say on the greenish coast?
It's evident that Galicia moves people!

Galicia, my people,
my heart, my mind,
my soul remains warm up here,
at the tip of the country smoking hash,
observing this always gray sky.
In Galicia Quality,
in places of kindness,
in Lugo and Santiago, they make good rap and I do it.
In Orense and Ferrol too, with little sun!
Never make anyone act foolish!

Pontevedra and Vigo remain real
and I keep dedicating myself to Hip-Hop
and to the Be Boys who are with me
since Gallaecia, appreciated by Dan and Kos.
Branded as foolish land by fascist Francoists...

Here I am still rapping,
smoking and partying with Kain
and drunk Krais walking.
And this poem is almost over on this side of the puddle
I dedicate it to Jorge Aldeao...
I know you liked it.